the space in between

Can't figure out how we got here
Living on decay
The 7 Words left on paper
Will disconnect the day
And you want a new want
And you want anything that's clear
And it's all around us
As ghosted machines
Would the real be just silent
If there's a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea
Our love is a violent
Constant space in between
And the taste has got a texture
Smoke has not a sound
The fabric that was fixed here
Inherent in the ground
And it's all around us
As ghosted machines
Would the real be just silent
If there's a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour -glass of tea
Our love is a violent
Space in between
And as much as I'd like to
Believe there's a truth
About our illusion, well
I' ve come to conclude:
There's just nothing beyond it
The mind can perceive
Except for the pictures in
The space in between
The space in between